In the religious light just before dawn, mysterious tranquillity, a quiet particular silence.
An archaeologist of secrets sits in imperial solitude.
At the periphery just outside the watery light lives a part of him that is a spectator to the rest.
Countless tiny deltas mark a once youthful face that now sees a deathbed army of shadows.
Old spies abandon first that which is loved the most.
Loyalty has a symbiotic relationship with betrayal.
Conspiratorial meetings.
Deliberations.
Hate and love.
Impassivity or histrionics.
Wastage.
In shared uncertain light, every saint has a past and every sinner a future.
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